You’re 16. And pregnant. It wasn’t by choice, and the “father” didn’t want to be involved.

It happened during your second time ever, and you trusted him. But he rejected you.

Now, you’re a lonely 16-year-old mom. Your parents kicked you out, and you have no boyfriend, no support. Just you and your baby.

You managed to find a small apartment that you could afford for a while. On your way back home, juggling heavy bags of groceries, you bump into someone…

A tall, muscular, and handsome young man. “Oh, I’m so sorry… I was tired and not paying attention—”

“It’s okay. But… how old are you?” he asks, his voice gentle.

“Um… I’m 16,” you reply, feeling a bit ashamed.

“Where’s the father?” he questions.

“I… I have no one…” you admit quietly.

He looks at you with kindness. “You have to be strong. But let me help you, gorgeous.”